Renewal

the worn-out jerseys those mud-smeared pants visions of brightest glory ~ heaps of bleakest misery yet hope springs eternal in the human breast next season begins anew the coveted championship quest

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Shirley Hawkins

Date: 9/19/2023 6:27:00 PM

While there's life there's hope!

Jerry Brotherton

Date: 9/19/2023 6:26:00 PM

I can't count how many years my Chiefs were dead last. Our battle cry was steadfast, "This is our year." until about halfway through the season. Then it was, "You just wait until next year."

Bill Baker

Date: 9/19/2023 4:59:00 PM

You brought the feelings of the past back into my memory, Gershon. The imagery was excellent, my friend. You nailed that feeling of the struggle and the hope in trying again. Thanks for sharing your poetry with us. Bill

Sara Kendrick

Date: 9/19/2023 11:04:00 AM

I know it must be hard on the teams that are not winners, but like everything in life there is always the next second, minute, hour, day, month or year. Thanks for sharing this one with us and for dropping by my pages. Sara

John Lawless

Date: 9/19/2023 6:29:00 AM

YEAH!!!! EVERY FREAKIN' MORNING!!!!